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Kinn is looking at Porsche like he’s seen a ghost. Porsche blinks and the haunted expression is gone, Kinn smoothing it over with something neutral, but there’s still something fragile at the edges of it, like a crystal figurine balanced on a ledge. Kinn’s body relaxes in a way that’s purposefully casual, tucking his outstretched foot back onto the bed. “You were in the bathroom,” Kinn says. He phrases it like an answer rather than a question Or: Porsche left Kinn in their bed with nothing but a note. In the aftermath of the shootout, Kinn can't stop thinking about it.

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soulmate (ˈsəʊlmeɪt) • noun a person with whom you feel the most complete. two bodies, one soul. Porsche is twenty-three when he gets a job working for the mafia. He's twenty-three when one touch from the family's heir shifts his world from shades of grey to bright and vibrant. Whoever decided to put the other half of his soul in a Theerapanyakul is getting a very strongly worded letter.

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“My sincerest apologies for leaving you alone.” It’s part of Lan Zhan’s charm that he never speaks ill of his coworkers behind their backs, but there is a distinct note of dry amusement in his voice. “I had the morning off. I was doing someone a favor.” Interesting. Lan Zhan doesn’t talk about his personal life very often, so it’s always a treat when he does. “A friend?” Lan Zhan hums. “Not exactly.” “Huh,” Wei Ying says. There’s an irrational, sour twist deep in his gut. The words fall thoughtlessly from his mouth before he has a chance to think them through. “Your — girlfriend? Or boyfriend?” “Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan chides gently. “None of those. But since you were wondering… I am single.” Or: Wei Ying stumbles upon an erotic blogger who poses exclusively in lingerie and keeps his face hidden. The man bears a striking resemblance to his coworker-slash-crush, Lan Zhan. Or perhaps, that's merely a coincidence...

____ Wei Ying is still not looking at him. “It just hurt too much, suddenly. And I was scared. I got afraid, terrified, that I’ll come and you won’t be here.” He unfurls his fists, smoothes his hands over his jean-clad thighs, grips them, like he needs to hold onto something. “I know… I know you don’t have to let me into your life,” he whispers. “And I understand I might not be wanted here. It’s been so long once we... But I just… I thought we could try to, still… maybe, we could try and be…” Lan Zhan’s chest expands, then hollows. “… friends?” He finishes for him. His voice sounds foreign, sounds dead. “Or something,” Wei Ying says. He turns his head around, meets Lan Zhan’s eyes. His face is pale and open, cracked into a vulnerable shape. “I’m still… you’re still very dear to me. I don’t think what we did back then was right. I’m sorry if you think otherwise, but I know that, for me, before everything, we were… good friends. No matter what happened after.” ____ [former best-friends/lovers meet again, six years later. only now, something is different. something is very, very wrong.]

Lan Wangji's eyes widened as his brother took a deliberate sip of his tea and started again, “Well, Mingjue and I just noticed that you’ve been a little preoccupied lately. It seems as though you’ve been engaging in certain activities more than we would expect. Of course we are not making any judgments. I know how hard it can be not having any outlet for that sort of thing and I’m sure Mingjue understands too, so if you ever need anyone to talk to --” Nie Mingjue cut off Xichen before he could finish his thought. Lan Wangji was momentarily grateful for the interruption until his brain caught up with what Nie Mingjue was saying. “What Xichen is trying to say is that you’ve been jerking off like ten times a day and as the people responsible for buying the 3 pack of tissues every week, we’re concerned for you and frankly for the rainforest.”

Sasuke’s tale was one of tragedy: family murdered by family, tortured, brainwashed, tortured, brainwashed. Now that tragedy was mine. Naruto was real, soul bonds were real, ghosts were real. It was probably too much to ask that my enemies weren’t. OC-insert. Chapter 1. The most accurate thing about the manga is that ninjas have no fashion sense. Chapter 2. Befriending fangirls by being outsmarted by them. Chapter 3. Itachi doesn’t care about your mental health. Chapter 4. “Has anyone considered murdering them?” says the boy whose Clan already tried that. Chapter 5. It’s so fluffy, I’m gonna die! Chapter 6. Dreams, Blame, Reputation - Ninshu, Butts, Rock Lee - Training, Training, Training in the hope of not dying next chapter Chapter 7. Remembering some things and forgetting others. Chapter 8. Happy Birthday, here’s to many more!

“Do you think you deserve this?” the Oldest Dream asks. Dokja is exhausted, miserable, shaky in his own skin. He’s so tired of being tired. “I’m starting to think I do,” he says.

Shen Yuan transmigrates into Shen Qingqiu, but a System error results in him unknowingly receiving the label of "Deus Ex Machina" rather than "Scum Villain." All Luo Binghe knows is that the Shizun who saved him after his A-Niang died was the most beautiful man in the world. Shen Qingqiu spends years working hard to ensure that his beloved disciple has the happiest ending possible. He never expected just what role he would play in Binghe’s ideal future.

To speak things into existence was a talent only those who cultivated were able to do. To imbue their words with spiritual energy and cause the world to abide by them; willing or otherwise, it was a coveted skill. Words were the reason the sects held so much power, words were the means used to fly upon swords, and words were the only advantage humanity held over the demonic realm. Shen Yuan been too young to use words of power, so they had taken his away.

Lan Xichen does not think himself a man who is easily angered. He is not a man that can easily be made to hate, but as he looks at the mutilated body of his baby brother, he can not help but wish more than an eternity of horrible reincarnations for Wei Wuxian, who had used and ignored his brother so cruelly.

Lan Zhan had a rough day. Luckily for him, Wei Ying, love of his life, his long-time partner, and his Dom, is there to make it better. By treating him rougher. Fill for the wujifest 2022 prompt: soft 24/7 lifestyle kink with dom trans WWX

I lived my life around three simple rules; keep your head down, don't stand out, and don't get attached. Here's the story of how I broke those rules numerous times.

An online message board devoted to a cult fantasy author wrestles with his baffling final book.

Mary had always loved stories. She consumed them, be they western classics or eastern fairy tales or stories older than most counties. The form didn’t matter, religious text or diary or novel, movie or podcast or television, animated or live acted or told in whispers between bus stops. It was why she had always been so grateful to live in the age of the internet. She could eat and eat and always there would be something new, something rediscovered. Mary’s life was a happy one. A foster child with good parents, good foster siblings who never let her be anything less than a sister. It wasn’t a perfect family, such a thing did not exist, but they were good. They gave her books and cried at her graduation and pushed her towards civil service because she had the skills to help and so she should. A lovely story, Mary’s life and the things she did in our world, but not the one being told today. She was thirty-seven when she died. She was thirty-seven when she was born again.

“I’ve made my choice, System.” Shen Yuan says finally. “Option Three! Option Three please!” “Is that a Lock?” What is this, a game show? Shen Yuan grumbles to himself. “Yes, Option Three. Lock please.” ==================== After dying, Shen Yuan is given the option to choose his difficulty mode. Naturally, being the pragmatic person he is, he chooses the Easy Mode. It's not as easy as he thinks...

A social worker father and his adult daughter crash land on a desert full of crystal plants and little else. City walls rise in the distance, but as the pair hike closer they see those walls are more like mountains, and the mega-metropolis behind them is long dead. Luckily, the adventuring city of Spur is alive and green, and well outside of Ar’Kendrithyst’s shadow. Follow Erick Flatt as he tries to make a nice life with new friends in a new home with his daughter at his side, but this land is rarely as kind as its people, and Erick will need to change if he wants to live the life he wishes to live.

In which we find the Laws behind the Dao. Lu Jie wakes up in a world of cultivation, with martial arts and powers that be, and the mad chase for the immortal heavens and above, beaten bloody in a spar he doesn't remember being a part of. Yet, as he prepares to escape the murderous cultivators he is captivated by an old Alchemist's pills that heal him within moments. A magical pill. Finding the love of discovery that made him pursue science in his studies budding through when presented with real magic, Lu Jie sets out to study the immutable truths hidden within cultivation as he will go against the very Heavens and spark an age of knowledge and Science. But first, he had to make some drugs.

An editor at the prime of her life—and with maybe just a little too much free time—finds herself waking up in one of her favorite RPGs with no clue as to what's going on or how to get back home. This might be the part where others rejoice over getting whisked away to a world of wizards and magic, but she certainly doesn't think it's anything to celebrate about. After all, she woke up in the body of a small-time villain with some severe personality issues.

Neil learns about the mile-high club. He can think of a use for that.

When Wei Wuxian stumbles across a shady pet store in the back alley of his new town he ends up leaving with a companion for life, and more than he bargained for.

Wei Ying is laughing when he turns back to the cart, and he pushes it all of one inch before it bumps into someone else’s. He looks up, already apologizing, Xue Yang pinching his ass, and— “Lan Zhan,” he says, faint. “Lan Zhan?” Xue Yang asks, and looks at him. Recognition dawns, and then his eyes narrow as he shows his teeth. “Wait, that Lan Zhan? The one from your boarding school days, your—” “Shut up,” Wei Ying snaps, elbowing the shit out of him. +++ Nearly a decade after Lan Zhan and Wei Ying permanently part ways, they realize there was nothing permanent about it. Their lives don't have room for each other. They make room anyways.

“I’m a shinobi,” he tells her, matter of fact in all ways. “Bleeding is what we do.” In which, Kawaguchi Hisa hires a shinobi, and nothing goes to plan.

Book I Haruno Sakura made a promise. Looking in the eyes of her Shisou and the reanimated Hokage, she took on the most important mission of her life. Go back in time and try to prevent the 4th Shinobi War. Now, Sakura is back to her 5-year-old body, with all the knowledge and haunting memories of the future. She vows to keep her precious people safe and stop certain events from happening, without altering the timeline too much. The trials her emotions and logic put her through have her questioning her very existence, but for the sake of peace, she has to push forward. No matter what.

Wei Ying can’t find his words. “What would I do in Gusu?” The man’s mouth quirks in what Wei Ying cannot interpret as anything but a tiny, smug smirk. “Learn.” Wei Ying has made a fine life for himself. He’s got his jiejies and his talismans; he doesn’t need anyone’s charity. But spending a whole year in Gusu? That’s hard to turn down.

Shen Yuan only wanted to get a snack from the convenience store. He didn’t think that he would come across a dragon along the way—much less that the dragon would end up flying off with him and dumping him near some bathhouse on top of a mountain. Still, at least he wasn’t completely in the middle of nowhere; someone in this place had to have a phone he could borrow. There was something strange about the bathhouse, though . . .

Luo Binghe, heavenly demon lord with three hundred plus wives, wakes up fourteen-years-old again. He quickly realizes that the man who looks like Shen Qingqiu is not the real deal. He is really contemplating putting everything behind him and leaving the sect to raise sheep.

A Science Fiction / Space Opera AU. Peak Master Shen Qingqiu holds his past and his present separate, and his secrets close to his chest, but his worlds collide when his past comes back to haunt him. He finds himself unwillingly brought back to a moon he thought that he'd left behind forever a long time ago, in a part of the galaxy far, far away from anyone who might come for him.

FACTS Wei Ying alias Wuxian was suspected of criminal activity. The Commonwealth of Jianghu obtained a warrant for arrest. The arresting officers were in pursuit when Wei died in view of officers and surviving heirs. Legal heirs claimed the suspect's qiankun pouch off his body and refused to turn over to arresting party. The Commonwealth of Jianghu brought an action against defendant Jiang for refusing to surrender Wei property. Defendant Jiang appealed, arguing that the Commonwealth had a warrant against Wei not Jiang therefore warrant did not entitle the Commonwealth to the property. ISSUE: Whether law enforcement can require a surviving estate to surrender the property of a deceased suspect on a warrant in the name of the deceased. ANSWER: No Click through to see the full summary judgement!